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"By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth; I sought him, but I found him not.
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I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth. I sought him, but I found him not.
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The watchmen that go about the city found me, to whom I said, `Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?'
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It was but a little that I passed from them, but I found him whom my soul loveth. I held him and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, and into the chamber of her that conceived me.
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I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up nor awake my love, till he please."
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"Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
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Behold his bed, which is Solomon's; threescore valiant men are about it, of the valiant of Israel.
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They all hold swords, being expert in war; every man hath his sword upon his thigh, because of fear in the night.
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King Solomon made himself a chariot of the wood of Lebanon;
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he made the pillars thereof of silver, the bottom thereof of gold, the covering of it of purple, the midst thereof being paved with love for the daughters of Jerusalem.